Chapter Nineteen
The house was so quiet that my own breath sounded like an earthquake in my ears.
It was just before midnight, and everything was going according to plan. After suffering through a day of endless shows of sympathy from my co-workers at the Messenger, many of whom I didn’t know the names of, I’d retreated to my room at home and plotted my meeting with Lucien.
If anyone found out I was planning to crash the offices of a powerful vampire in the middle of the night after Opal was murdered, I never would’ve heard the end of it — which was why I didn’t tell anyone, not even Flora, and why I’d gone to bed fully dressed.
Holding my breath, I turned the knob of my bedroom door and inched it closed. Luna was snuggled on the couch, and the last thing I wanted was the noise of the
